On Tuesday of this week, my husband and I celebrated twenty-five years of marriage. I have spent more than half of my life with this man! Twenty-five years! When I was only twenty-four, I had no idea how things would add up over the years
Eleven addresses — that’s right, we’ve lived in Ferndale, Auburn Hills, Coldwater, Jackson, and Ann Arbor, Michigan and in St. Louis, Missouri. In two of those places we’ve had more than one address! We’ve lived in spaces from 800 square feet to over 2000 square feet. We have moved eleven times, folks — and we’re still married!
Five kids — ok, I got one with the marriage, but we’ve added three by birth and one by marriage in the last twenty-five years. Best of all, we’ve added a granddaughter! (We refuse to count all the diapers that these children required or all of the hours spent tending to sick ones!)
Two pets — our dearly departed Mikey, and our current cuddler, Chester.
Three graduate degrees — one for me, two for him! We won’t mention all the dollars we have spent on education, we’ll let you imagine that on your own!
So many vehicles — from the tiny little Ford Festiva that we dubbed the ‘wind-up car’ to the GMC Safari that could carry all of us and all of our stuff to our current cute little Suze Cruze.
Thousands and thousands of miles we have driven from Michigan to New Jersey to New York to Niagara to Georgia to Colorado to Minnesota to Missouri to Tennessee to Texas and back to Michigan again.
One mission trip to Haiti and one mission in St. Louis.
Five home congregations, but so many more that we’ve visited!
So many friends!
So many positions — teaching, and preaching, and counseling, and tutoring, and that one summer when I did the Census! (Oh, and let’s not forget all the times we have been summoned for jury duty!)
Too many speeding tickets (mostly me) and too many parking citations (also me).
We’ve run hundreds of miles together, and now we’re walking even more. We’ve eaten tons of food together, and drank our share of beer, wine, coffee, and tea. We’ve had So. Much. Popcorn. But, wait, that’s all me.
We’ve disagreed. We’ve argued. We’ve irritated one another. We’ve hurt one another and forgiven one another.
We’ve had rough days, rough weeks, and even a few rough years. Most couples do.
But we’ve also had great days, great weeks, and even a few excellent years. Some couples do.
We’ve worked too hard, moved too fast, and forgotten to cherish the little things, but, in our older age, we are learning to work smarter, move slower, and notice the stuff that matters the most.
Just this year, we have started a tradition that we call ‘walkabout’. We take the bus downtown with no intended agenda, no time constraints, and no responsibility. We walk about for hours checking out people, places, and things. We drink excellent coffee or tea, we eat snacks and and sometimes a meal, we usually have a glass of wine, then we take the bus home. It’s not glamorous, but it’s fabulous. It’s time together celebrating the fact that we still like to spend time together, still like to explore together, and still have fun together. That, my friends, can’t be measured or counted. It can only be treasured.
We ain’t perfect. That’s sure. But we have been incredibly blessed. Here’s to twenty-five more.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him all creatures here below
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.